I see the open sky but I am trapped. Humming softly I nuzzle the force field. It doesn’t yield. I panic, buzz louder, push harder, fly with all my strength and fall, stunned. I rise, and still I see the open sky.
Unseen, unheard the seed drifts. Softly, gently, it falls to its resting place where earth becomes a grave as life ebbs, withers, dies. It lies, beneath the cold, dark dust until the tomb becomes a womb that nurtures, waters, warms as the sapling forms, raises its head, and takes a breath defying death.
Variegated wings that flutter, flushed with summer’s vibrant colour harmonized with vivid veins. Exquisite fibres plucked from skeins, deftly stripped and finely threaded through its splendid silks, then wedded by the hand of pure perfection, as the master makes selection; mixes, blends and gently hones, marrying the tints and tones. Reflected glory from above; In […]
The sun at dusk sets fire to the sky and casts a mystic shimmering on the fields which yields long shadows, deep and low, that skip and flit among the hedgerows and the trees. The dying twilight embers of the sun give up their flight, and abdicate to night then, melting into mists of […]
Love is in the detail (meditations on a flower) Wings that flutter flushed with colour; harmonized with vibrant veins plucked from skeins and finely threaded through splendid silks, then wedded by the hand of pure perfection, as the master makes selection; mixes, blends and gently hones, marrying the tints and tones. Reflected glory from above; […]